The Covid-19 besieged took to the challenge with gusto: taking online classes, getting fitter than ever, even more social than they were before as they went on video calls with friends that they had not spoken to in ages. All thanks to the power of pretend, that incredible survival skill that we saw Tom Hanks develop when he baptised a coconut “Wilson” and he freaked the heck out when he lost it. As we enter in some countries into the un-confinement phases and we slowly re-enter the streets, the beaches, the office buildings, the restaurants, there is an invisible item that we should all have checked out: our minds, the emotions of our children, the signs of depression in our parents.
This was a massive event in our lives to go through and no matter how swell we learned to live within its limits, we have lost our identities for three months, our freedoms that will not return any soon, and for that, we must mourn for the pain, the fear and the anger that will take residence in our souls. We know that one cannot put barriers to the sea: they will come down at the most unexpected moment, like the awful things people say when they are drunk, or the tears that roll down your cheeks when you watch an indeterminate film and you find yourself wondering: “What’s wrong with me?” If only you would know. Go and pour all that frustration out of your system right this very minute. Sanity and a solid immune system is what will get us through the next two years. The vaccines will take much longer than we are being told, or maybe we acknowledge that it is virtually impossible to create them, and we learn to co-exist with this dead, mutating pathogen until we erradicate it.